Part 6 (1/2)

He continued to tease, then moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention. Fingers, lips, teeth-all hurtled her toward an o.r.g.a.s.m she hadn't thought to experience so soon.

”Gotta taste you.” He tugged her jeans open, and before she knew it, she wore nothing at all. Not even her socks.

”Jack.” Just his name. It didn't matter that she was stark naked in the kitchen. That he still wore his clothes and she teetered on the brink of climax. She wanted him so much...

He nudged her legs wider and kissed his way down her belly, nuzzling the trimmed hair over her mound.

”You are so s.e.xy.” He took her c.l.i.t into his mouth, and she exploded.

She cried out as he continued to lap at her, sucking her to a bliss that continued to course through her. When she'd moved past her o.r.g.a.s.m into sated exhaustion, he stood and kissed her.

She tasted herself on his lips, and it tied them even more intimately. She could feel him against her belly, hard and huge and ready for round two. What she hadn't expected was her sudden return of arousal so soon after that supernova of a climax.

”You-naked. That's my dessert. And I'm still hungry.” He looked her over while he stroked her with callused hands. Nothing soft about Jack, especially not now. ”You feel so good. I have to be inside you.”

Remember, you're calling the shots this time. Take control. Don't let him- ”Yes.”

Antic.i.p.ation glittered in his eyes. When he picked her up into his arms, as if she weighed nothing, she couldn't help feeling owned, taken by a stronger, dominant male. She'd always been on the small side, but Jack's presence, size and stature made her want to submit.

Before her sensible side could rea.s.sert itself, he stopped in the hallway and kissed her. He'd slyly moved a hand between her legs, and when he thrust a finger inside her, she moaned in supplication.

He pulled away from the kiss, panting. ”I'm going to f.u.c.k you so hard.” He hurried into a bedroom, put her in the middle of the bed and stripped.

Memories of another time, another place intruded, and she stopped him with a hand to his chest before he could pounce. ”Condom.”

He blinked. ”Right.” Diving into the nightstand drawer, he found a packet, ripped it open and was about to slide it over his thick length when she stopped him.

”My turn.” She urged him to his back and knelt beside him. He palmed her breast while she leaned down and blew a soft breath over his c.o.c.k. Jack wanted her. No doubt.

”Suck it,” he growled. ”Take me deep, angel.”

A planted manipulation, using that pet name? Or a man at the end of his patience? She didn't care, because as she opened her mouth to take him inside, his hand crept up her leg, between her thighs, then cupped her p.u.s.s.y.

He jolted into her mouth, surging deeper, and his fingers began sawing in and out of her, rubbing her c.l.i.t while he sought a place deep inside her that needed more.

”No, stop,” he rasped when she took more of him.

His b.a.l.l.s were hard knots, his c.o.c.k thick and salty in her mouth. She knew he had to be on the verge of coming. Then he yanked her off him and rolled the condom on. He flipped their positions, putting her flat on her back under him.

”Jack, what-oh.”

He thrust hard, buried himself as far as he could go, and she tightened around him instinctively.

”I need to move, but you feel so f.u.c.king good.” Jack rarely swore. That he did so now only reinforced how lost he must be.

”More, Jack.”

He didn't need to be told twice. There was nothing gentle about the way he took her, and he watched her as each thrust connected them closer. He'd become part of her body. Her mind. But not her heart. She tried to hold onto that corner of herself that had to be strong, determined never to need a man the way she'd once needed him.

But he wouldn't let her hide as he took her like a man possessed. The hard thrusts, the grunting, the magic of their bodies climbing higher in the pursuit of the ultimate pleasure...

”Watch me, angel. Watch me come hard in you.”

She cried out his name as she came again, a mess of emotion while he slammed inside her one last time and stilled.

The look of ecstasy and agony on his face was forever burned into her mind. Jack was handsome, but lost in rapture, he was absolutely gorgeous. He continued to shudder as if he hadn't come not so long ago in her hands.

”Yes. All of it,” he rasped as he pumped a few more times, still watching her through shuttered eyes. ”Ann.” Finally done, breathing hard, he leaned down and kissed her. ”This. This is what I've been missing.”

Feeling the same scared her out of her mind. She was falling right back into the role of that weak girl who'd been heartbroken in high school. No. She refused to pay the emotional price tag attached to this romp. h.e.l.l, he'd only been back a few days. How tied could they be to each other?

I can use him and lose him. I know I can.

Yet as he stared into her eyes, she had a bad feeling she was lying to herself. She'd make some excuse to leave, then call her friends to circle the wagons. Time to regroup, to- ”Whoa. Where do you think you're going?” Jack asked with a lazy smile, belied by the spark of determination in his eyes. She tried to move him, but he remained buried inside her. A part of her. And still semi-hard.

”I was going to clean up.”

”Now, angel, why would you want to do that?” He kissed her, so slowly, so thoroughly, she forgot all about making her escape and pulled him closer. ”That's it. Stay with me. Right here, with me.”

Chapter Six.

”You've lost your friggin' mind.” As always, Maya didn't pull her punches.

Next to her on her couch, Riley sighed. ”Give the girl a break. It's not every day you have marathon s.e.x with someone like Jack Bloom.”

”Fair enough. So was he better than he was in high school?”

Ann just smiled at Maya. Such a nice way to spend a Friday evening, reminiscing about amazing s.e.x with her friends.

Maya scowled. ”Figures. They all get bigger and better looking. Then G.o.d gives them staying power and bam. How do you fight that?”

Riley raised a brow. ”Oh? Does Dex have staying power?”

”I wouldn't know.”

Her lofty tone didn't fool Ann. ”What happened with Dex anyway? You saw him?”

Riley answered for Maya with a laugh. ”While you've been playing tonsil hockey with Jack, Maya's been sniffing around Dex's new studio.”

”That's right. He's a photojournalist.” Ann remembered the guy's fascination with anything camera related in high school. ”A pretty good one, from what Bonnie told me. She's friends with his mother.”

”Thanks for sharing,” Maya muttered. ”And I am not hot and bothered. That would be you, Riley, panting after Anson.”

Anson and Dexter had been thick as thieves growing up. Cousins who were more like brothers, even after Dex had changed high schools during his last year. The Blacks had often been seen hanging out with each other. She remembered that Jack had been good friends with Anson especially.

”I wonder if Jack has reconnected with them,” said Ann. ”Wouldn't that be funny? Us against them.”